"Hammerspace"
-The collected tissues of over three hundred people.
-The collected tissues of a few dozen bats and birds.
-A little over a dozen assorted handguns.
-Various wallets, including identification, money, bank and debit cards.
-Large amounts of typical pocketworthy goods, including change, gum, pens, etc.
-Large amounts of varied clothing
-About $61'000 Cash
Other Claimed Possessions
-One Sports utility vehicle.
-Alex Fletcher's Apartment and Wordly Goods, including furniture, television, computer and hunting rifle.
You follow Florentine inside, keeping a close eye on him as he steps into the kitchen from his backyard patio and picks up a landline phone from the counter. He eyes you uncertainly before taking a deep breath and punching a number into the phone. That call rings to voicemail, and after viewing your look of displeasure he punches in a new number, this one only ringing twice before someone on the other end picks up. You step close enough to overhear what's said, just in case he tries something.
"Listen it's uh... Jacky, yeah, umm, this is important. Remember what i talked to you about earlier? Well, umm, the guy i sent to take care of it is dead, and the... thing that offed him wants to talk to you." Uncertainly he moves to give the landline to you, before you shake your head and point to the cell-phone still sitting in your palm. At that Florentine gives the voice on the other end Ray's phone number, which rings a couple minutes after Jacky hangs up.
Uninterested in whatever puny threats this mortal can conjure against you, you launch straight into your own demands, putting an edge of appropriate menace and power into your voice. "
I will not yet tell you who or what I am, but rest assured that I am no mere crawly thing. I was summoned to this world to dismantle the Crimson, and I intend to start with their smaller client factions. Luckily for you, I know the Mastiff's do not associate with the Crimson by choice, and I propose a partnership. I will even perform an act of good faith before I demand you answer this proposal.
Some time in the next 5 days to 2 weeks, I will arrange for the Nightcrawlers to take the brunt of the blame for the shopping mall incident, and the Crimson themselves may draw some heat as well. Use this advance notice for your own gain, but don't tip anybody off. Prepare yourself to take over any of the Crawler's rackets and/or turf that you might want should the police dismantle the organization. Once the shit starts hitting the fan, you have one week to call me after sundown and arrange a meeting at which we will negotiate a plan to destroy the Crimson and leave much of their worldly wealth in the hands of the Mastiffs. If you do not call me, the Mastiffs will be the next group in my crosshairs, so make sure Ray's cell bill is payed."
Again, not interested in any response he might have until he's been shown that you can back up your words with deeds you hang up, stowing away the cell phone. Florentine, also having served his purpose is no longer worth your time (
"At least as far as i'm concerned") so you leave summarily, without offering him any more of your precious moments.
Once back into the backyard you transform into a bird and launch into the air. You spend a little over an hour scouting out various rooftop locations you could easily reach which also happen to have usable outlets, finding a few dozen places that will do nicely scattered across various city locations. Now for stage three of the plan, finding, hunting, killing and eating nightcrawlers. It strikes you that you don't quite know where to find them reliably.